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The first

Tinker Bell

As Tinker Bell flew a dealing of dread filled her chest. Other boys had asked Corin for there wish to stop that never ended well. Peter had always been a bit reckless just what Corin hated.

With all of these thoughts in her head Tink wasn't paying attention to where she was flying causing her to almost fly straight in to a door. That's when a voice started talking.

"Have you heard? Peters finally came"

"He's finally asking to be free"

Another much deeper voice cackled in response.

That's when tink knew it had been a grave mistake coming here.

Peter

She swiftly stood up walking closer until she stood right in front of me.

"This is going to be quite difficult, for you must turn to your past to unlock the future".

With that she pressed her hands to each side of my face. Almost instantly my eyes snapped shut. Darkness filled my vision and a voice slipped in to my ear.

"Every time you force your self to forget, pain, regret, and unhappiness. Seven people you have left with broken hearts. All of them hurt when you left, but earasing them only hurt them more. Peter I am taking you back to the first person you ever called away to Never land."

Spinning, colors, and falling that's all Peter knew of this world. Something was being dug up from the depths of his mind, walls where being torn down, secrets long forgotten where suddenly remembered. A light, rushing towrds him dulled the colors. Soon it was so bright Peters hands moved on there own covering his eyes.

Peter stared at a copy, a perfect replica of himself.

The other Peter was learning around the corner of a window, Tinker Bell sat on his shoulder. A voice from inside could be heard saying "With a grand flourish he pulled out his sword! Now you shall all die children!" Clangs of metel against metal and whoops of delight could be heard. Peter could tell his past self wanted despertly to join in, that's when a voice screamed "One more stupid word out of you slugs, and i swear to god I'll never feed you again!" All of the joyous sounds stopped.

Past Peter pulled out his knife, all of his hatred for this whomen came out. With a cry he slashed at the wood next to the window. Over and over he pulled the dagger back in forth until he was breathing hevaly and no anger was left.

Futer peter stared out from the shadows why this copy had been cutting he haddnt noticed the open window. The girl who had been telling the story was standing there staring at him with a grin.